A fire, heaven-born, a truth more deep,
Than truths we hold, or secrets keep.
Prayer's soft sigh, and battle's roar,
A fleeting wing, and then no more.
The life-thief pleads, a mercy sought,
As if no stain, no battle fought.
Yet souls that pierce the shadowed night,
Alone attain eternal light.
A deathless feeling, strong and bold,
A story whispered, yet untold.
"Speak your dream," the echoes cry,
A timeless song, that climbs the sky.
A grand salute, a victory's chime,
The endless rhythm, conquering time.
Into the light, where stars convene,
A writhing blade, a dying scene.